Rima’s home was about 8 km from my PG. I couldn’t dare to ask her to stay here and go back in the morning. I was praying God not to stop rain and ...as planning to fuck her tonight if she agrees to stay. It became 9:30PM. There was no chance of rain to stop. Finally she told me that “Sonu, if you don’t mind, can I stay here for tonight”. This statement made me speechless and started saying “y..ya..ya…ya….yes..Why not”. She smiled at me and we came back inside room.She was in top and jeans. Before. It rang again and again he repeated his bellowed order, enough was enough."Excuse me sir, but if no-one explains the rules to us, how can we be expected to know what's allowed and what's not allowed?"Slowly he shifted his stare to me and I felt my knees go weak beneath it, I couldn't meet his stare, (sixteen remember?) and I looked down to where Sammy had unearthed the errant machine, hurriedly she switched it off and stood up to look at him."Quite right Miss Palmer, but please remember that. Finally, the Christmas holidays had arrived and Bob would soon be back in England relaxing with his family. It had been another hard year for him, travelling back and forth to Belgium every week to work in that strange country, constantly living out of a suitcase he was tiring of this gypsy lifestyle but next year he would sort it all out and things would be better. Christmas Day quickly arrived and as his young son dragged him downstairs and he saw the look of surprise and joy on his face as. Unhone mujhe kaha ki mujhe dinner dene jana chahiye Raman ke ghar.Woh kehte hai naa, ki “Sachhe mann se maango to bhagwaan bhi mil jaate hai.” Bas Ghosh babu ka ye kehna, ki main Raman ke ghar dinner dene jau, ye bhi kuch waisa hi tha. Maine achhi si red saree pehni aur ek-dum pataaka ban kar Raman ke ghar chali gayi.Maine waha jaake bell bajayi aur Raman ne darwaza khola. Raman ke haatho mein aata laga hua tha aur woh khaana hi banaane wala tha. Maine usko bola-Main: Raman ji aap khana mat.